Chapter 2 - The Call
Tom Miller a local 'ghost hunter' and a researcher of the original Ghostbusters teamed stepped into the college auditorium where Dr. Egon Spenglar would be giving another lecture on Ghost classes, his hypothesis' and stories of his adventures with Raymond Stantz and Peter Venkman.
He was more interested in Ghostbusting that Spenglar probably was currently.
"Good Morning Class." Dr. Spenglar announced walking in the door as the bell rang.
About eight other students sat in the front of the auditorium as they had for the last four months.
"Heya Dr. Spenglar!" Tom said with a grin.
Egon nodded, he was quite aware that Tom was probably one of the only two students in the class who acctually cared about paranormal research and possibly eliminations. The other was Troy Benjamin, who ran a website dedicated to the Paranormal, which strangely contained many pictures of the ectomobile that the Ghostbusters used.
Egon shook his head gently and said, "Lets get down to business. Today we're going to be studying Physical Contact with a Class 5 Full Roaming Vapor. If you'd take your attention to the projector, I have some interesting pictures." Egon said, hitting the lights, the first picture to pop up of course was from almost 20 years ago, when Dr. Peter Venkman was 'slimed' by the ghost that they later nicknamed, "Slimer"
"This is an old friend of mine, and a fellow researcher who was attacked by a ectoplasmic entity on our first job as Ghostbusters."
Tom looked at the class, Troy of course was enjoying this lecture as much as he was, but as he looked at the rest of the class.. He noticed that most of them were drawing pictures in their notebooks, and were 'somewhere else' in their heads.
MEANWHILE.....
Jason Knolls, a local hardware expert and ex-marine slowly walked through Central Park, it was a quiet day, strange for New York, but strangely peaceful. The wind had stopped over twenty minutes ago, and he was enjoying the peace. Of course..that was until he heard something, a sound that shouldn't have been there... A sound calling his name, "Jason........"
Jason turned and looked around, nothing. He continued walking, and watched as the clouds beame dark, "Damn.. It's going to rain.. I better get home." he thought to himself, so he picked up his pace. Thats when he heard it again, "JASON!" It shrieked, Jason gasped, turned to see nothing but began running.
"JASON!" It continued yelling, the sky became darker and it began raining, and then thundering.
Jason stopped as if he was just punched in the chest, the air in his lungs was pushed out, and he fell to the ground.
"You are mine Jason." The voice said, and then began laughing insanely.
Jason shook his head, "NO!" he climbed up, and began running, he saw some people in the distance and figured if he could get into the crowd he would be okay.
He ran as fast as he could, and as he ran he began wondering, "What the hell am I running from?" A man of his size could easily defend himself, especially with his marine training, but something was wrong, whatever he was facing couldn't be seen.
"I need your soul Jason. Surrender it to me."
"Wh-Who are you?!?" Jason screeched.
"A Prophet." It said, the spirit then grabbed Jason and threw him accross the park, he landed right infront of the people.
Jason jumped to his feet, and ran to a telephone booth, he then noticed the storm ended as fast as it had started. he sighed and decided to look up a phone number
AFTERWARDS....
"..and that is todays class. Be sure to read Chapter eight in Tobins Spirit Guide, and answer the questions I have written on the board." Egon said as the bell rang. The class quickly walked out except for Tom.
A woman walked in, obviously a secretary, and said "Um.. Dr. Spenglar.. There is someone on the phone for you.."
Egon nodded and took the phone, "Spenglar here."
"Egon! It's me Ray.. I just got a call from a jogger at Central Park, A poltergeist intrusion! This story is truly fascinating."
"Ray, we got out of that business..years ago, we aren't Ghostbusters anymore.."
Tom walked up to Egon and waited for him to get off the phone.
"Oh come on Egon! It'll be good to be back in the saddle."
Egon sighed, "Ray... I'm fifty years old.. I don't have the energy for something like this."
"Egon.. Come on, you used to love this stuff!"
"I know.. I still do, I wouldn't be teaching at a college if I didn't." he sighed, "Have you talked to Venkman?"
"No. Not yet, he's in New Jersey guest starring in some Paranormal TV series."
"Alright Raymond. Meet me at the firehouse, I have someone you might want to meet." He said, looking at Tom. He quickly hung up.
"Mr. Miller, go get your friend Mr. Benjamin... and meet me outside."
Tom smiled and nodded, and ran outside the auditorium.
Tom Miller a local 'ghost hunter' and a researcher of the original Ghostbusters teamed stepped into the college auditorium where Dr. Egon Spenglar would be giving another lecture on Ghost classes, his hypothesis' and stories of his adventures with Raymond Stantz and Peter Venkman.
He was more interested in Ghostbusting that Spenglar probably was currently.
"Good Morning Class." Dr. Spenglar announced walking in the door as the bell rang.
About eight other students sat in the front of the auditorium as they had for the last four months.
"Heya Dr. Spenglar!" Tom said with a grin.
Egon nodded, he was quite aware that Tom was probably one of the only two students in the class who acctually cared about paranormal research and possibly eliminations. The other was Troy Benjamin, who ran a website dedicated to the Paranormal, which strangely contained many pictures of the ectomobile that the Ghostbusters used.
Egon shook his head gently and said, "Lets get down to business. Today we're going to be studying Physical Contact with a Class 5 Full Roaming Vapor. If you'd take your attention to the projector, I have some interesting pictures." Egon said, hitting the lights, the first picture to pop up of course was from almost 20 years ago, when Dr. Peter Venkman was 'slimed' by the ghost that they later nicknamed, "Slimer"
"This is an old friend of mine, and a fellow researcher who was attacked by a ectoplasmic entity on our first job as Ghostbusters."
Tom looked at the class, Troy of course was enjoying this lecture as much as he was, but as he looked at the rest of the class.. He noticed that most of them were drawing pictures in their notebooks, and were 'somewhere else' in their heads.
MEANWHILE.....
Jason Knolls, a local hardware expert and ex-marine slowly walked through Central Park, it was a quiet day, strange for New York, but strangely peaceful. The wind had stopped over twenty minutes ago, and he was enjoying the peace. Of course..that was until he heard something, a sound that shouldn't have been there... A sound calling his name, "Jason........"
Jason turned and looked around, nothing. He continued walking, and watched as the clouds beame dark, "Damn.. It's going to rain.. I better get home." he thought to himself, so he picked up his pace. Thats when he heard it again, "JASON!" It shrieked, Jason gasped, turned to see nothing but began running.
"JASON!" It continued yelling, the sky became darker and it began raining, and then thundering.
Jason stopped as if he was just punched in the chest, the air in his lungs was pushed out, and he fell to the ground.
"You are mine Jason." The voice said, and then began laughing insanely.
Jason shook his head, "NO!" he climbed up, and began running, he saw some people in the distance and figured if he could get into the crowd he would be okay.
He ran as fast as he could, and as he ran he began wondering, "What the hell am I running from?" A man of his size could easily defend himself, especially with his marine training, but something was wrong, whatever he was facing couldn't be seen.
"I need your soul Jason. Surrender it to me."
"Wh-Who are you?!?" Jason screeched.
"A Prophet." It said, the spirit then grabbed Jason and threw him accross the park, he landed right infront of the people.
Jason jumped to his feet, and ran to a telephone booth, he then noticed the storm ended as fast as it had started. he sighed and decided to look up a phone number
AFTERWARDS....
"..and that is todays class. Be sure to read Chapter eight in Tobins Spirit Guide, and answer the questions I have written on the board." Egon said as the bell rang. The class quickly walked out except for Tom.
A woman walked in, obviously a secretary, and said "Um.. Dr. Spenglar.. There is someone on the phone for you.."
Egon nodded and took the phone, "Spenglar here."
"Egon! It's me Ray.. I just got a call from a jogger at Central Park, A poltergeist intrusion! This story is truly fascinating."
"Ray, we got out of that business..years ago, we aren't Ghostbusters anymore.."
Tom walked up to Egon and waited for him to get off the phone.
"Oh come on Egon! It'll be good to be back in the saddle."
Egon sighed, "Ray... I'm fifty years old.. I don't have the energy for something like this."
"Egon.. Come on, you used to love this stuff!"
"I know.. I still do, I wouldn't be teaching at a college if I didn't." he sighed, "Have you talked to Venkman?"
"No. Not yet, he's in New Jersey guest starring in some Paranormal TV series."
"Alright Raymond. Meet me at the firehouse, I have someone you might want to meet." He said, looking at Tom. He quickly hung up.
"Mr. Miller, go get your friend Mr. Benjamin... and meet me outside."
Tom smiled and nodded, and ran outside the auditorium.